I was always known as the fat kid, and after being picked on for most of my childhood by Jake Worthington, I left. But now I'm back, completely different, for one reason only. Sweet, sweet revenge. And just guess who's first on my list...

At
one point in your life, you have probably heard the phrase, "You
never really know what you've got till it's gone," right? You
probably didn't think in concerned you at the time, either. But
then, the time comes when you finally realize you've lost
everything you never really knew you had. And after that moment, your
life's never the same again, no matter how hard you try to change
things back to the way they were before.

I
still remember when I experienced exactly that, but for you to fully
understand my story, I'll have to take you back to four years ago,
when my life changed forever.

Taunting
filled my ears as my fellow 13-year old classmates continued to bully
me, throwing food from their lunches at my once clean, long,
chocolate brown curly hair as I shielded my ocean blue eyes from
their view. Every day, the insults and pranks grew worse, but I
didn't do anything about it. I didn't have the guts to stand up for
myself, and my low self-esteem didn't help things.

I
was by far the chubbiest kid in my class, and Jake Worthington
wouldn't let me forget it either. He has been picking on me for
years, never failing to make me cry. Jake was easily the cutest boy
in my class with his emerald green eyes and jet black hair, but I got
over that crush a long time ago. Having him as my own personal
tormentor for 7 hours, 5 days a week, ever since he first moved here
in second grade does that to a person.

My
mom, Genevieve Winters, and I, Alexandria Winters, lived in a dingy
apartment complex about 2 blocks from Sunnyside Middle School, where
I am right now, whilst my dad, Rick Davis, lives in England as the
owner of a multi-billion dollar corporation called Davis Industries.
No one knows my family has money, or that I'm even related to the
famous Rick Davis, as my mom's a waitress at a local diner, and I go
by her last name.

A
plate of spaghetti is dropped on my head, cutting my thoughts short.
And just guess who did that? Yep, Jake. Tears were threatening to
fall as I listened to Jake's taunts.

"Get
out of this school you ugly cow, no one wants you here!" Jake's
cronies and my classmates start repeating it too.

"Leave,
we all hate you anyway!"

"Get
out of here, fatso!"

Not
being able to take the insults anymore, I took one last look at
Jake's face before running out the doors of the cafeteria and
straight to the girl's bathroom. I spent the rest of the school day
crying in one of stalls. No one came to see if I was okay, but then
again, why would they? No one cared, not really.

As
soon as the bell rang for the end of school, I wiped the remaining
tears off my face and slowly pulled open the door of the bathroom
stall. Looking around quickly, I made sure no one was around before
quietly exiting the stall and leaving the bathroom. I then proceeded
to run down the hallway and out the school doors as fast as I could.

Arriving at
my doorstep, I was a little confused since my mom's car wasn't in
the driveway like it usually was, but I didn't really think
anything of it. However, when my mom didn't come home an hour
later, I knew something was wrong.

It wasn't
like her to be this late and, if she was, she always made sure to
call. Looking out the window, I saw a cop car sitting in the driveway
where my mom's car should have been sitting. And then, as if right
on cue, the door bell rang. I walked slowly to the front door and
opened it, coming face to face with a police officer.

"Are you
Alexandria Winters?" he asked with a solemn voice.

"Yes,"
I said hesitantly, not sure if I wanted to hear what he had to say
next. I was right, because the next words that came out of his mouth
made my blood run cold.

"I'm
sorry to inform you that your mother, Genevieve Winters, got in a car
accident earlier this evening, and she died instantly upon impact."

"Well
come with me, and we will contact him immediately," the police
officer said before motioning for me to follow him.

I slid into
the back seat of police car, closing the door behind me, still in
shock about what I had just learned. Slowly, the police man began
backing out of my drive way, and it was then that I realized how
quick my life had changed. In just one moment, I had lost everything,
and there was nothing I could do to change that.

Now, I was
most likely headed to England to live with my estranged father who I
haven't seen since I was toddler. My father—a man who left my
mom and I when I was a mere two years of age—a man that I hardly
knew at all.

That day, I
didn't just lose a mother; I lost my best and only friend, too. No
one really understands why I am the way I am today, cold-hearted and
embittered. My dad is so consumed in his precious work that he
doesn't seem to get that he can't fix me, no one can. I am the
only person who can change me. In fact, unbeknownst to anyone, I have
created a five step process to get over my past and become the kind
of daughter I always knew my mom wanted, even if she never said it
out loud.

Step 1:
Improve outward appearance/lose weight

Step 2: Become
more social

Step 3: Join a
sports team

Step 4: Get a
boyfriend

Step 5: (this
is just for my own enjoyment) Get revenge on those who made my life
hell four years ago-esp. Jake Worthington.

I've
completed everything on my list except step number 5, and to complete
that I have to go to the place where it all started, Sunnydale,
California.